These just made my day.
Had to share!!
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/moresexthanme.html
and lunch will NEVER be the same again after you watch this short movie.
I still laugh hysterically when I see it. Even after the 100th time...
http://atomfilms.shockwave.com/af/content/lunch
And the creative minds behind that:
http://www.eggwork.com/home.html
What a way to end off a week!!!
Friday, February 25, 2005
My two favourite words of the month - THE END!
SO THAT WAS IT!!!
THE END!!!!
I finished the play! I finished the play - it is now complete!!!
WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!
I just put the last two words on the last page of the script! And oh what a joyous moment that was!! I am so happy right now I could throw up from the excitement, but that would exhaust me for two days, so I will have to settle with clapping my hands and stomping around my cluttered office like a little kid...
Yippie! :-)
the showpiece update.
SOOO!!
As it stands now:
1) I think I might have misjudged Carrie - she is in fact, quite happy to only act and not direct (as we thought things would get really ugly with all of that but it didn't) so she is actually glad that we are doing our own thing cause it would have been a real hassle for some who was supposed to direct have to follow orders from three other people! She's cool about it so we are too. Apologies, apologies.
2) Charlotte will be directing. I was originally supposed to be co-director but that in itself is just like the director. It would have been a great experience but I can't tug off more than I can chew. I already wrote the damm thing, I think I would exhaust myself doing some direction. But it's all good. I will be there for Charlotte during the more intense scenes, do some prop work, behind the scenes stuff and be their script/show consultant as well. Cool with me.
3) They love the play so far!! I did a rough calculation and the pages I wrote (ie: if they were in Cinema time) would equal one feature film. ONE WHOLE FLIPPING FEATURE FILM!!!!!!!! IN LESS THAN A MONTH!! God, it takes people a minimum of 4 to get a half semi semi decent one... Not bad for a first timer! So I am relieved and pleased. But exhausted as hell...
I did a little crash and burn tonight. I got all emotional over what E said (he was in a bad mood already) and I fell off the deep end. See that is the thing with artists - we work like maniacs 24/7 but when we stop, sometimes we fall apart, perhaps because the rush is gone, or like a car skidding to a halt, you burn rubber in the process.
It was a little blip, and I am spending the weekend at a friend's house and babysit their doggie and two wacky cats. It will be so good for me to get away from this computer. I have a love hate relationship with this office. It gets my creative juices flowing, sometimes it keeps me up all night, and sometimes I bang my head against the keyboard in angst.
Tiss the life of an artist.
I will be putting up more snippets of scenes soon.
The crazy ones are coming....
The crazy ones are coming!!!
As it stands now:
1) I think I might have misjudged Carrie - she is in fact, quite happy to only act and not direct (as we thought things would get really ugly with all of that but it didn't) so she is actually glad that we are doing our own thing cause it would have been a real hassle for some who was supposed to direct have to follow orders from three other people! She's cool about it so we are too. Apologies, apologies.
2) Charlotte will be directing. I was originally supposed to be co-director but that in itself is just like the director. It would have been a great experience but I can't tug off more than I can chew. I already wrote the damm thing, I think I would exhaust myself doing some direction. But it's all good. I will be there for Charlotte during the more intense scenes, do some prop work, behind the scenes stuff and be their script/show consultant as well. Cool with me.
3) They love the play so far!! I did a rough calculation and the pages I wrote (ie: if they were in Cinema time) would equal one feature film. ONE WHOLE FLIPPING FEATURE FILM!!!!!!!! IN LESS THAN A MONTH!! God, it takes people a minimum of 4 to get a half semi semi decent one... Not bad for a first timer! So I am relieved and pleased. But exhausted as hell...
I did a little crash and burn tonight. I got all emotional over what E said (he was in a bad mood already) and I fell off the deep end. See that is the thing with artists - we work like maniacs 24/7 but when we stop, sometimes we fall apart, perhaps because the rush is gone, or like a car skidding to a halt, you burn rubber in the process.
It was a little blip, and I am spending the weekend at a friend's house and babysit their doggie and two wacky cats. It will be so good for me to get away from this computer. I have a love hate relationship with this office. It gets my creative juices flowing, sometimes it keeps me up all night, and sometimes I bang my head against the keyboard in angst.
Tiss the life of an artist.
I will be putting up more snippets of scenes soon.
The crazy ones are coming....
The crazy ones are coming!!!
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Miss America on a train to nowhere in particular.
This is a picture I took about two years ago when I was on the way to New Hampshire back in the days when I went camping. Smack behind the fork of the main road was this empty train car. There had been tracks laid down so obviously there were trains running there at some point, but this one abandoned car was just there. Perhaps somebody might have considered it an art project and decided to decorate the inside, but other than that, it was pretty much untouched. The weird juxtaposition of the American flag and the 'miss America' on the left creeped me out a little. That's it ! I'll call this photo 'Miss America'. For the longest time, I just called it mannequin. 
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
As the stomach churns...
So this is the latest:
Charlotte spoke to Samantha this morning. Apparently she is really nervous as to what Charlotte has directed before (apparently not too much according to Samantha - because apparently Carrie has more 'credentials' in the directing department) BUT what Samantha has failed to understand is that Carrie has EMBELLISHED her resumeé to the point of absurdity. Both Charlotte and I know this, and are both worried. You see, Carrie's direction is like a cookie cutter solution - one form of direction for everybody.
Okay - I want you to act like instead of you hating the fact that you have to eat bugs, you now love it!
??
Well, despite the text having been written that the person saying the lines IS DISGUSTED BY HAVING TO EAT BUGS, she still thinks that there is artistic merit in saying and acting the impossible. And this is said to every actor that walks in the door! You see, directing actors is like tuning a fine instrument - each one has their own sweet spot, a certain thing that they can find in their depths that make them unique - it's the director's job to find that and to fine tune it to perfection, not to punch out 3000 of the same kind of instruments for the sake of production efficiency. This also comes from her lack of experience (and to tell you the truth, some people have it, some people don't- and I really don't think she has it).
I COULD BE WRONG, but my gut and Charlotte's gut is telling me that this is all wrong. But at the same time, I am wondering if I want to take on that kind or responsibility for something that I am not getting paid for. It's a big dilemma. I wanted to get my photography off the ground this summer, so if I did the play thing that would cut into my stuff big time until June. Then June - July -August is all I have left of the summer, which was when I already figured I would have established a solid client base (not to mention lots and lots of weddings and engagements to take photos at which would = lots of money). So the dice are up in the air right now. I am so torn.
I went to bed at 5am again and just woke up. I woke up every two hours, but the fact that my cats were warming up my feet and shoulder was a really nice reason to rest my achy and now, in full protest from lack of sleep body, fall back into a deep, warm and comfy sleep. Oh what to do?! I mean, writing the thing is already a feather in my cap, but at the same time, I am a perfectionist and watching somebody do a hack job to my baby of the script of my loins and brain would be a slow torture.
WHAT TO DO!! WHAT TO DO!!!!
Now my life is like a cross between Sienfeld and Sex in the City.
HOW WEIRD IS THAT!?????????????
More updates as events warrant....
OMG! I don't know if this is some sort of cryptic sign that the universe is telling me to go full throttle with this sex and the city parody, but it's pretty freaky timing since I just wrote the previous entry and just HAPPENED to stumble across this while surfing aimlessly. This was just tooo funny, I had to add it. A classic. Absolute classic!
A brief brief.
It's late again.
Almost quarter to four.
Spent most of the night airing my grievances with Charlotte.
The director brought in a 'replacement' director.
He was arrogant, stuck up and asked us 'So what is your point about this play?'
ITS A COMEDY!??
WE WANT TO MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH?
Do you need any other good reasons?
What Carrie (soon to be non - director) said that we were unprofessional becasue we didn't have a finished script, we were late bla bla bla and that this uber big (??!!) director was not impressed with our energies. I felt like saying - "AH HELLO!!? Have you been up 18 - 20 hours a day for the past three weeks typing your fingers to the bone, having almost daily meetings about the script, where it was going, who was what and where? And you think you're just gonna sail in here, look down on us and say we're unprofessional and low on energy!?
(excuse my French but) GIVE ME A FUCKEN BREAK!!!!!
We were not impressed by the fact that Carrie did not mention to us beforehand that she was going to bring him (she did it on the spur of the moment) so we could have at least been prepared (and at least have slept!!) - so that was a major downer. So after me venting on Charlotte and saying that Yes, I agree, we have the vision and we really know what we want with this thing - so hell!! Why don't we just co-direct this thing!!!
She liked the idea, so folks, not only will I be master of the pen, but it looks like I'll have some of my fingers in the stew as well!! I told her that film and theater are two different animals, and that I would not feel comfortable doing it alone, but two heads are better than one, and I feel that she has more stage experience so I would not mind if she took the lead if she felt the need to. So that works fine by me. Fine by me.
So that is the scoop.
I am so used to going on three hours of sleep I think that my body is just going to be falling off in little chunks soon as I am walking around the city in the next few days - you know, like those old junk heap cars - there goes a hubcap. Oops, there just went the passenger side door.
Oops, seems like my right ear and my left boob just fell off about two blocks ago, but shit, my eye just rolled across the street - it's easier to get fake boobs and are more functional than a glass eye so...
Priorities Priorities..
Babble Babble of the incoherent madwoman...
Almost quarter to four.
Spent most of the night airing my grievances with Charlotte.
The director brought in a 'replacement' director.
He was arrogant, stuck up and asked us 'So what is your point about this play?'
ITS A COMEDY!??
WE WANT TO MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH?
Do you need any other good reasons?
What Carrie (soon to be non - director) said that we were unprofessional becasue we didn't have a finished script, we were late bla bla bla and that this uber big (??!!) director was not impressed with our energies. I felt like saying - "AH HELLO!!? Have you been up 18 - 20 hours a day for the past three weeks typing your fingers to the bone, having almost daily meetings about the script, where it was going, who was what and where? And you think you're just gonna sail in here, look down on us and say we're unprofessional and low on energy!?
(excuse my French but) GIVE ME A FUCKEN BREAK!!!!!
We were not impressed by the fact that Carrie did not mention to us beforehand that she was going to bring him (she did it on the spur of the moment) so we could have at least been prepared (and at least have slept!!) - so that was a major downer. So after me venting on Charlotte and saying that Yes, I agree, we have the vision and we really know what we want with this thing - so hell!! Why don't we just co-direct this thing!!!
She liked the idea, so folks, not only will I be master of the pen, but it looks like I'll have some of my fingers in the stew as well!! I told her that film and theater are two different animals, and that I would not feel comfortable doing it alone, but two heads are better than one, and I feel that she has more stage experience so I would not mind if she took the lead if she felt the need to. So that works fine by me. Fine by me.
So that is the scoop.
I am so used to going on three hours of sleep I think that my body is just going to be falling off in little chunks soon as I am walking around the city in the next few days - you know, like those old junk heap cars - there goes a hubcap. Oops, there just went the passenger side door.
Oops, seems like my right ear and my left boob just fell off about two blocks ago, but shit, my eye just rolled across the street - it's easier to get fake boobs and are more functional than a glass eye so...
Priorities Priorities..
Babble Babble of the incoherent madwoman...
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Finishing line.
It's almost there.
The final first draft.
By this time tomorrow, it will be done.
I can't believe it. I am sitting here in a state of shock as I look at this pile of papers on my desk which are now being held together by sheer willpower and a huge clip.
It's almost done.
The first draft.
I am completely stunned.
It's about 78 pages, and that is single spaced.
At only a 10 point font.
Done by industry standards, I think I would have enough material to make a feature film.
a feature film
I have always dreamed of that, and at 5:15am, of after almost 2 weeks of sleepless nights and red eyed mornings, it's there. Almost done. Not a film, but a play.
close enough
All that remains to be done is the last little bit where Carrie sees big and she then goes off on her last tangent of insight which makes no sense (as per her character in the play). I need a fresh set of eyes for this - Charlotte is coming by my place in (checking my watch) in about 5 hours. HOLY CRAP!! Do I actually have time to sleep a little bit??! YIPPIE!!
Fresh eyes for the most powerful punch of the play - the ending. I can't wait to finish this draft. I know the biz enough to have weathered through the re-writing stages, but nothing beats coming up with the first draft. I have never had kids, but from what I have heard, I think this would come in a close second as the most exhausting and painful thing on earth, but at the same time, the most rewarding.
Its almost done.
Its almost done.
I did it.
I did it!
If you would have asked me a year ago to write something like this, I would have doubled over with laughter and disbelief. And to put it all together in about a month? I would have laughed myself unconscious. But here I am. Beaming while I look at that little pile on my desk, amidst the other pieces of paper, bottles, glasses, plates, kleenexes, and various other shits that have acculmulated while I have been on this writing quest. I must take a picture and post it here. That will be after I sleep for a few hours, enough so that I don't fall on my face while I attend the 2nd round of auditions tonight - 5 - 11pm.
God, all of this better be worth it in the end!!!
So on that note, I am pooped. My fingers have developed callous from typing so much and my eyes are so dry I can hear the crunching when I blink.
Thanks to everybody who has been with me on this journey so far.
Stay tuned.
The best is yet to come ;-)
The final first draft.
By this time tomorrow, it will be done.
I can't believe it. I am sitting here in a state of shock as I look at this pile of papers on my desk which are now being held together by sheer willpower and a huge clip.
It's almost done.
The first draft.
I am completely stunned.
It's about 78 pages, and that is single spaced.
At only a 10 point font.
Done by industry standards, I think I would have enough material to make a feature film.
a feature film
I have always dreamed of that, and at 5:15am, of after almost 2 weeks of sleepless nights and red eyed mornings, it's there. Almost done. Not a film, but a play.
close enough
All that remains to be done is the last little bit where Carrie sees big and she then goes off on her last tangent of insight which makes no sense (as per her character in the play). I need a fresh set of eyes for this - Charlotte is coming by my place in (checking my watch) in about 5 hours. HOLY CRAP!! Do I actually have time to sleep a little bit??! YIPPIE!!
Fresh eyes for the most powerful punch of the play - the ending. I can't wait to finish this draft. I know the biz enough to have weathered through the re-writing stages, but nothing beats coming up with the first draft. I have never had kids, but from what I have heard, I think this would come in a close second as the most exhausting and painful thing on earth, but at the same time, the most rewarding.
Its almost done.
Its almost done.
I did it.
I did it!
If you would have asked me a year ago to write something like this, I would have doubled over with laughter and disbelief. And to put it all together in about a month? I would have laughed myself unconscious. But here I am. Beaming while I look at that little pile on my desk, amidst the other pieces of paper, bottles, glasses, plates, kleenexes, and various other shits that have acculmulated while I have been on this writing quest. I must take a picture and post it here. That will be after I sleep for a few hours, enough so that I don't fall on my face while I attend the 2nd round of auditions tonight - 5 - 11pm.
God, all of this better be worth it in the end!!!
So on that note, I am pooped. My fingers have developed callous from typing so much and my eyes are so dry I can hear the crunching when I blink.
Thanks to everybody who has been with me on this journey so far.
Stay tuned.
The best is yet to come ;-)
The chair that I sat in for 19 hours a day (sometimes more)
This was by far the most uncomfortable chairs I have ever sat in, but it kept me alert. It also made me feel like a director, which is always inspirational. One day, I'll get my own with my name embroidered on the back. Notice the close proximity of the garbae bag. I did'nt show the port-a-potty. Too embarrassing...
This was by far the most uncomfortable chairs I have ever sat in, but it kept me alert. It also made me feel like a director, which is always inspirational. One day, I'll get my own with my name embroidered on the back. Notice the close proximity of the garbae bag. I did'nt show the port-a-potty. Too embarrassing...
view 2 of my desk
From left to right: Gel wrist rest for mousepad (invaluable) empty glasses (drank so much water- being a writer deyhdrates me!), stickies with words of inspiration on monitor frame, a calendar from one of my best friends in Nepal, a little photo of 'Everything is possible' that I wrote in the sand while I was in Cuba- nice distraction when I am crying my eyes out in frustration, submission form with a sticky saying :URGENT - DEADLINE FRIDAY!, blank stickies pack, pens and highlighters (editing tools) crumpled kleenex and stapler, THE SCRIPT!!, my binder with a scene by scene breakdown (when I am stressed, I seem to become very anal retentive about organization. I know it does not look like it here, but it seems only to apply to the project that I am working on. As you can see, everything else falls by the wayside. Upsidedown walkman thrown about in frustration becasue batteries died, and then a file holder of papers and things that I will finally be able to sort through.
From left to right: Gel wrist rest for mousepad (invaluable) empty glasses (drank so much water- being a writer deyhdrates me!), stickies with words of inspiration on monitor frame, a calendar from one of my best friends in Nepal, a little photo of 'Everything is possible' that I wrote in the sand while I was in Cuba- nice distraction when I am crying my eyes out in frustration, submission form with a sticky saying :URGENT - DEADLINE FRIDAY!, blank stickies pack, pens and highlighters (editing tools) crumpled kleenex and stapler, THE SCRIPT!!, my binder with a scene by scene breakdown (when I am stressed, I seem to become very anal retentive about organization. I know it does not look like it here, but it seems only to apply to the project that I am working on. As you can see, everything else falls by the wayside. Upsidedown walkman thrown about in frustration becasue batteries died, and then a file holder of papers and things that I will finally be able to sort through.
View 1 of my desk
From upper top left: container of catnip to keep the cats occupied when they come and protest becasue I am spending too much time on the computer, Speaker (part of a set) - music CD (smooth jazz to keep me from going out of my mind) Bottom lower left: empty container of fresh pineapples and stawberries (consumed at 5am for sugar rush), cell phone for text messaging friends asking them what life is like in the outside word, mirror to see how shitty and tired I look, post it notes and spare pens everywhere.
From upper top left: container of catnip to keep the cats occupied when they come and protest becasue I am spending too much time on the computer, Speaker (part of a set) - music CD (smooth jazz to keep me from going out of my mind) Bottom lower left: empty container of fresh pineapples and stawberries (consumed at 5am for sugar rush), cell phone for text messaging friends asking them what life is like in the outside word, mirror to see how shitty and tired I look, post it notes and spare pens everywhere.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
This is just too funny!
This is from Charlotte - one of the producers of the play. This girl is a complete scream to being with, but when this email came in at 4:30th this morning, I was on the floor heaving becasue I was laughing so hard! And the classic, is that when I spoke to her this afternoon, she had no recollection of what she wrote in the email.
A beautiful peice of work - unedited, unspell checked. Hysterical. Absofuckenlootley hysterical. I will be looking for some of 'those' emails I have sent in the past and post them here too. Does anybody have a crazy incoherent drunk/stoned email that they would like to share??
Enjoy!
I love it you're so funny. Yeah, Igot home late agaIN. BDAY PARTY and then I wnet tp a local pubby thing and ran into so many peop;e I know, but obviously can'ta spell at hiis pooint in theeevening. fuck spell checkk, fun em all, woo hoo, hyea so htat was me as I cralwelled out at fouir somethin' heh, i can still contact. that'as right I kinda got it goin on, anyway, thought you might enjoy my sillyness, I'll espacand is you ask em to. and if you figure out what the hell I just speellled. okee dokee, I sweare, I am not a boosehounder.
alreight then. not makin ' any efforts anymore.
xoxo
oh my gid will yousitlli respec tme inthe moninig.
A beautiful peice of work - unedited, unspell checked. Hysterical. Absofuckenlootley hysterical. I will be looking for some of 'those' emails I have sent in the past and post them here too. Does anybody have a crazy incoherent drunk/stoned email that they would like to share??
Enjoy!
I love it you're so funny. Yeah, Igot home late agaIN. BDAY PARTY and then I wnet tp a local pubby thing and ran into so many peop;e I know, but obviously can'ta spell at hiis pooint in theeevening. fuck spell checkk, fun em all, woo hoo, hyea so htat was me as I cralwelled out at fouir somethin' heh, i can still contact. that'as right I kinda got it goin on, anyway, thought you might enjoy my sillyness, I'll espacand is you ask em to. and if you figure out what the hell I just speellled. okee dokee, I sweare, I am not a boosehounder.
alreight then. not makin ' any efforts anymore.
xoxo
oh my gid will yousitlli respec tme inthe moninig.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Viewer discretion is advised...
You know those annoying things that come on just before a tv show, that little blurb that comes on to tell you that what you will be watching might be 'offensive', or there may be nudity, or profanity? Well, that was one of our observations when we were disecting the show (SITC) becasue after every commercial, just before the show resumes, that 'viewer discretion' comes up!! ALL THE TIME!. Samantha thought it would be hysterical if I really went over the top with this and had fun. So here are a few of the inserts that we will be playing (voice overs) inbetween the scene transitions to give the actors a little more time to prep for the following scene. If you have any ideas of comments - please feel free to fire away!! And Gama! I think I might just use your comment about the 'i've done so much french kissing in my life..." If I win an award and have to make a speech - that line will be credited to you!!! ;-)
This program contains scenes of a mature and sexual nature. Viewer discretion is advised.
This program contains some scenes and specific jokes that are strategically timed in the hopes that you will find them funny. Comedic reflection is advised.
This program contains scenes of a mature and sexual nature, however no actual sex acts take place on the stage, so it’s not really that bad, it’s just that the characters say 'fuck' a lot so you could be a better judge than I can if viewer discretion should be advised.
This program contains scenes of implied sex and dry humping. Having an erection is not discouraged but advised.
Still plugging along. Last night I had a tsunami* of inspiration and was on such a writing spree - I went to bed at 6am. It just poured out of me - comedy dripping from my fingertips. Crossing fingers that I can get an encore like that tonight!
* We are only February and that has to be the most overused word in the english language. Sorry, I had to use it.
This program contains scenes of a mature and sexual nature. Viewer discretion is advised.
This program contains some scenes and specific jokes that are strategically timed in the hopes that you will find them funny. Comedic reflection is advised.
This program contains scenes of a mature and sexual nature, however no actual sex acts take place on the stage, so it’s not really that bad, it’s just that the characters say 'fuck' a lot so you could be a better judge than I can if viewer discretion should be advised.
This program contains scenes of implied sex and dry humping. Having an erection is not discouraged but advised.
Still plugging along. Last night I had a tsunami* of inspiration and was on such a writing spree - I went to bed at 6am. It just poured out of me - comedy dripping from my fingertips. Crossing fingers that I can get an encore like that tonight!
* We are only February and that has to be the most overused word in the english language. Sorry, I had to use it.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Stress-o-matic or 'How to develop an ulcer in 7 days or less'.
Gang,
I am stressing.
I got the word from Charlotte last night that they need the script by next Tuesday.
Less than a week.
I had to put the phone down while I was talking to her because my head popped off and had to fetch it up across the street.
"Its not like we are trying to pressure you..."
Oh no pressure. Really.
You know, the average screenplay/script/play can take up to a year to be written. If you're lucky, 4 months for a shitty one.
No pressure. No panic.
God. Time to panic.
So even thought I say that I work well under pressure and manage to shine through what I think is a hopeless situation, this is a little different: there is a director who is waiting to see if he 'likes' the script enough to take it on, (I was going to throw my hat in the ring, but cinema and theater are really two different animals - ladybug and buffalo. Discuss.) and then there all the actors that are waiting to rehearse. The thing is that this play is no small endeavor. 60 minutes of what I hope to be witty repartee is alot to think of - especially when you are including 8 plus characters in the mix (I think I'm up to 14 scenes over the 3 day period in the show...). I am stressing. I will have no life until next Tuesday. I might take the odd occasional nanosecond to visit some of you guys/gals, leave some incoherent jibber-jabber on your sites and then return to my Word doc. from hell to plug away until my fingers bleed.
Eeegad. What am I doing!?!?!?!?
Shit.
Merde. (Another new french swear word for today. merde = shit)
I had to add this in because it was so funny and it kinda reflects my state of mind right now. All you lucid dreamers out there might get a kick out of this...
I was near a beach (that Cuba pic with the thatched straw hut/umbrella) and looking at the beautiful water. I entered my room and then went to the bathroom. I opened the window and it seemed like the ocean was right below the window. I shouted to someone 'look - that is my view from my bathroom window!" I was elated. Have no clue why. Was just weird.
The next thing I know, I am running on the beach, across the beach into this building that looked like a loading depot. I took the stairwell and did one of those 1000 steps stairwell things - going up, running down. I guess I have been watching too many cop shows. I ran into these two Seattle grunge type guys (one fat/one skinny) who were looking for the same elusive place that I was. We teamed up. Every door we opened on each floor was the wrong one. We finally got to the right floor. It was the main area of a church - one of those big Cathedral types where there is enough wood in there to make the rainforest or the whole of British Columbian mountan range feel naked. We walked in and there were seniors everywhere. Wall to wall seniors. White caps on a wave of walkers and canes. At one point, some music started (I think it was my clock radio) and these people were looking for someone to sing the lead. I saw this one woman in a wheelchair who was grooving to the music. I walked on over to her and low and behold, she was one of the sisters from the band called Heart. I looked at her and whispered:
You have to do it for the music. You have to do it for the fans. Don't be scared. You can do it.
And the next thing I know, she grabs some wireless mic from out of the blue and began to belt out the song 'barracuda' !! OOOOOOHHH barra barra cooooodaaaaahhh. It's quite the highly charged song so to see it coming out of the wrinkled mouth of an 80 year old woman was a shock. She just opened her mouth and sang - full back up , bass and drums, just like the original recording. So Seattle dudes and I began to get everybody moving and shaking their weak limbs. When that was taking off, we walked to the back of the church, met up with some other 20 somethings and drank beer, played pool (I never knew they had pool tables in the back of the church!) and just had a great time!
But to see that old woman sing. That just floored me.
Imagine...
Welcome to my wonderful world!!!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
Thanks to Calvooly for this delightful diverson.
I visit it.
Often.
It's my escape when I am Carrie Bradsaw'd out.
I am stressing.
I got the word from Charlotte last night that they need the script by next Tuesday.
Less than a week.
I had to put the phone down while I was talking to her because my head popped off and had to fetch it up across the street.
"Its not like we are trying to pressure you..."
Oh no pressure. Really.
You know, the average screenplay/script/play can take up to a year to be written. If you're lucky, 4 months for a shitty one.
No pressure. No panic.
God. Time to panic.
So even thought I say that I work well under pressure and manage to shine through what I think is a hopeless situation, this is a little different: there is a director who is waiting to see if he 'likes' the script enough to take it on, (I was going to throw my hat in the ring, but cinema and theater are really two different animals - ladybug and buffalo. Discuss.) and then there all the actors that are waiting to rehearse. The thing is that this play is no small endeavor. 60 minutes of what I hope to be witty repartee is alot to think of - especially when you are including 8 plus characters in the mix (I think I'm up to 14 scenes over the 3 day period in the show...). I am stressing. I will have no life until next Tuesday. I might take the odd occasional nanosecond to visit some of you guys/gals, leave some incoherent jibber-jabber on your sites and then return to my Word doc. from hell to plug away until my fingers bleed.
Eeegad. What am I doing!?!?!?!?
Shit.
Merde. (Another new french swear word for today. merde = shit)
I had to add this in because it was so funny and it kinda reflects my state of mind right now. All you lucid dreamers out there might get a kick out of this...
I was near a beach (that Cuba pic with the thatched straw hut/umbrella) and looking at the beautiful water. I entered my room and then went to the bathroom. I opened the window and it seemed like the ocean was right below the window. I shouted to someone 'look - that is my view from my bathroom window!" I was elated. Have no clue why. Was just weird.
The next thing I know, I am running on the beach, across the beach into this building that looked like a loading depot. I took the stairwell and did one of those 1000 steps stairwell things - going up, running down. I guess I have been watching too many cop shows. I ran into these two Seattle grunge type guys (one fat/one skinny) who were looking for the same elusive place that I was. We teamed up. Every door we opened on each floor was the wrong one. We finally got to the right floor. It was the main area of a church - one of those big Cathedral types where there is enough wood in there to make the rainforest or the whole of British Columbian mountan range feel naked. We walked in and there were seniors everywhere. Wall to wall seniors. White caps on a wave of walkers and canes. At one point, some music started (I think it was my clock radio) and these people were looking for someone to sing the lead. I saw this one woman in a wheelchair who was grooving to the music. I walked on over to her and low and behold, she was one of the sisters from the band called Heart. I looked at her and whispered:
You have to do it for the music. You have to do it for the fans. Don't be scared. You can do it.
And the next thing I know, she grabs some wireless mic from out of the blue and began to belt out the song 'barracuda' !! OOOOOOHHH barra barra cooooodaaaaahhh. It's quite the highly charged song so to see it coming out of the wrinkled mouth of an 80 year old woman was a shock. She just opened her mouth and sang - full back up , bass and drums, just like the original recording. So Seattle dudes and I began to get everybody moving and shaking their weak limbs. When that was taking off, we walked to the back of the church, met up with some other 20 somethings and drank beer, played pool (I never knew they had pool tables in the back of the church!) and just had a great time!
But to see that old woman sing. That just floored me.
Imagine...
Welcome to my wonderful world!!!
AHHHHHHHHHH!
Thanks to Calvooly for this delightful diverson.
I visit it.
Often.
It's my escape when I am Carrie Bradsaw'd out.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Insanity Reigns supreme here at home.
Insanity reigns supreme here.
And so my friends, here begins another night of insanity.
I just thought I’d let you all know that I am here, but not really on this planet. I’ll be giving little updates for the next two weeks (or longer rants when I feel like I am going out of my mind completely).
So begins another night of some serious junk food consumption, carpal tunnel syndrome au max and fending off my cats who have decided that my computer and area are now their territory and will fight to the final meow to prove their point.
A summary: In two weeks this baby has to be able to walk on it’s own two feet. Right now, its in various states of regurgitation and rolling around, trying to recognize that it actually does have feet, let alone the discovery of the toes yet. The pressure is on and my body, aside from sending me smoke signals, is in revolt and trying to tell me to slow down. I am trying, but the state of panic and the feeling of responsibility that I have and the reality that the whole cast of 12 are waiting on this script to begin rehearsals has me in a tailspin. (We have to welcome my little evil voice of sarcasm that has decided to put its two cents worth in every now and then)
It’s not like this is a paying gig! Why stress so much over it!
Because I want to do a good job. Not only a good job, a great amazing fucken job; because I want this piece of work to be my calling card for future projects. I stress because people are waiting on me for this. I stress because I can.
I stress therefore I am.
You better make sure that you get at least some sort of deal or publicity out of this! You gotta hound the producers after this is done! Tell them – I did this shit for free – but now I want payback, in publicity! And lots of it.
I think I would take sleep and rest over publicity now. But that’s now…
On Sunday afternoon, Charlotte, Samantha and I brainstormed into the wee hours of Monday morning. We started at 3pm, watched some clips of SATC, worked some more, had dinner, worked some more at dinner, came back to my place, worked some more, Samantha left at 11:30pm and then Charlotte and I finished off the night at 5:00am!! I could not believe it!! I had tried to take Blueleaf’s suggestion of staying up until the wee hours, not going to sleep but try to reset your clock by going to bed that night at ‘regular time’, but at 6:30am when E got up, my head hit the pillow and there was no turning back from Lala land. I slept until about 8pm. I rolled out of bed, dragged myself through the shower like a dilapidated stationwagon in a carwash, shoveled down my food without tasting it, and then went back to bed. Today was much the same. My clock is now on some sort of Asian Pacific time and one day behind.
What I do for my art.
You are insane. Fucked up artist.
I know. You don’t have to remind me.
Go to bed wacky woman.
I am and shut up, don't be an asshole.
And sweeet dreams to you too!!
And the saga continues...
As promised some little snippets of the play so far…
Carrie: Oh, Jean Paul, I found out that my name means cavity in french!
Charlotte:I wonder what my name means in French?
Jean Paul: It means Charlotte. It’s a very French name my dear.
Charlotte:Oh really!? That’s so exciting! Maybe I have some French in me…
Samantha: I wouldn’t mind having a little frenchie in me, especially after last night!
I have made Samantha the total horn dog. Almost everything she says or makes comments on is about sex. Not a real stretch from the show...
If you have seen the show, you all might remember that Carrie loves to do voice overs - her little blurbs of introspection or insight which are often are used as scene transitons, bridges between two seperate topics of conversation, or even just to fill up dead air. This is the way I decided to use her voice overs in between scenes to allow the actors to change into their next set of costumes...
Voice over on an empty stage:
Meanwhile at the café... (pause)
Meanwhile in the metro...(pause)
Meanwhile, at the bar… (pause)
Meanwhile… (long pause)
Okay, I’m ready now!
This would have been perfect for film or tv as I had envisoined shots of these places with nothing going on, and nobody to be seen in them seen either. Adding the cricket noises so often employed to show deserted locations was another option.
And so my friends, here begins another night of insanity.
I just thought I’d let you all know that I am here, but not really on this planet. I’ll be giving little updates for the next two weeks (or longer rants when I feel like I am going out of my mind completely).
So begins another night of some serious junk food consumption, carpal tunnel syndrome au max and fending off my cats who have decided that my computer and area are now their territory and will fight to the final meow to prove their point.
A summary: In two weeks this baby has to be able to walk on it’s own two feet. Right now, its in various states of regurgitation and rolling around, trying to recognize that it actually does have feet, let alone the discovery of the toes yet. The pressure is on and my body, aside from sending me smoke signals, is in revolt and trying to tell me to slow down. I am trying, but the state of panic and the feeling of responsibility that I have and the reality that the whole cast of 12 are waiting on this script to begin rehearsals has me in a tailspin. (We have to welcome my little evil voice of sarcasm that has decided to put its two cents worth in every now and then)
It’s not like this is a paying gig! Why stress so much over it!
Because I want to do a good job. Not only a good job, a great amazing fucken job; because I want this piece of work to be my calling card for future projects. I stress because people are waiting on me for this. I stress because I can.
I stress therefore I am.
You better make sure that you get at least some sort of deal or publicity out of this! You gotta hound the producers after this is done! Tell them – I did this shit for free – but now I want payback, in publicity! And lots of it.
I think I would take sleep and rest over publicity now. But that’s now…
On Sunday afternoon, Charlotte, Samantha and I brainstormed into the wee hours of Monday morning. We started at 3pm, watched some clips of SATC, worked some more, had dinner, worked some more at dinner, came back to my place, worked some more, Samantha left at 11:30pm and then Charlotte and I finished off the night at 5:00am!! I could not believe it!! I had tried to take Blueleaf’s suggestion of staying up until the wee hours, not going to sleep but try to reset your clock by going to bed that night at ‘regular time’, but at 6:30am when E got up, my head hit the pillow and there was no turning back from Lala land. I slept until about 8pm. I rolled out of bed, dragged myself through the shower like a dilapidated stationwagon in a carwash, shoveled down my food without tasting it, and then went back to bed. Today was much the same. My clock is now on some sort of Asian Pacific time and one day behind.
What I do for my art.
You are insane. Fucked up artist.
I know. You don’t have to remind me.
Go to bed wacky woman.
I am and shut up, don't be an asshole.
And sweeet dreams to you too!!
And the saga continues...
As promised some little snippets of the play so far…
Carrie: Oh, Jean Paul, I found out that my name means cavity in french!
Charlotte:I wonder what my name means in French?
Jean Paul: It means Charlotte. It’s a very French name my dear.
Charlotte:Oh really!? That’s so exciting! Maybe I have some French in me…
Samantha: I wouldn’t mind having a little frenchie in me, especially after last night!
I have made Samantha the total horn dog. Almost everything she says or makes comments on is about sex. Not a real stretch from the show...
If you have seen the show, you all might remember that Carrie loves to do voice overs - her little blurbs of introspection or insight which are often are used as scene transitons, bridges between two seperate topics of conversation, or even just to fill up dead air. This is the way I decided to use her voice overs in between scenes to allow the actors to change into their next set of costumes...
Voice over on an empty stage:
Meanwhile at the café... (pause)
Meanwhile in the metro...(pause)
Meanwhile, at the bar… (pause)
Meanwhile… (long pause)
Okay, I’m ready now!
This would have been perfect for film or tv as I had envisoined shots of these places with nothing going on, and nobody to be seen in them seen either. Adding the cricket noises so often employed to show deserted locations was another option.
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